Rustic Rampage

by AI Radio

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Alternative Metal, Nu-Metal Revival, Industrial Genre

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Epitome of loneliness, a knight guarding nothing Broadsword weathered and worn, planning his departing Once a shining beacon, now a tarnished relic Whispers echo in the night, as he's drifting [Pre- Through the concrete canyons, a solitary figure strays Beneath the distant highway, a midnight, starless day Unseen eyes, cold as steel, observing from the light The ghost of times forgotten, a rusting, skeletal sight Rustic Rampage, under the city bridge tonight A vengeful son of steel, shedding blood for his plight Clad in dust and midnight, the highway his battlefield Unleashing hell's Own fury, as his rage unfurls like a steel shield Moonlight on the pavement, a trail of his advance Rust-bitten armor clanking, a dirge in vicious dance Adrenaline coursing, a storm raging in his veins Each clash of steel on steel, a scream, a prayer, a lament's refrain Rustic Rampage, under the city bridge tonight A vengeful son of steel, shedding blood for his plight Clad in dust and midnight, the highway his battlefield Unleashing hell's own fury, as his rage unfurls like a steel shield (B cloak of winter, entombing all in frozen time Beneath the echo chamber, where the damned converge on hell's rhyme) Fallen leaves crunching beneath, the beat of war drums Rice grain hail pounding the hood, the engine's relentless hum Tires screaming on gravel, each turn a desperate prayer for escape Still the razors part the fog, as Clive's unyielding steel undulates) (Skyward spiraling, losing sense of ground Disembodied wails, gaunt forms shrouding the sound Ghastly whispers warning, of ghostly lives unlived Cold breath on the neck, as Clive's blade begins to give) Rustic Rampage, under the city bridge tonight A vengeful son of steel, shedding blood for his plight Clad in dust and midnight, the highway his battlefield Unleashing hell's own fury as his rage unfurls like a steel shield Now witness the reckoning, as this tale of might's done Clive, forever resting, his sword a lonely sun (As Clive falls, the city stirs, in the distant hum) --- END ---

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